Second Grade

This year, they woke up early by themselves.

This year, they didn’t need anyone to hold their hands while they skipped toward the school.

This year, they greeted old friends–from when they were little kids, you know.

This year, they were a little embarrassed that I was taking so many pictures.

This year, their backpacks finally looked like the right size for their strong girl-shoulders.

This year, they marched into their classrooms with heads held high– no more clinging to my side.

This year, they waved goodbye– not smiling, not teary, just happy and ready to see what’s ahead.

This year, they came out full of stories and excitement, laughter and joy, no sign of any nerves or trepidation.

This year, they are in second grade. This year, they are so lovely, and I am so proud.